Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.